Tragedy — текст песни (Bette Midler)

Wind storm, comes the sound.

From the stars my dark has come.

You`ve gone from me.

Whoa, tragedy.

Mmm, tragedy.



Whoa, come back. Help me here.

Call me my love, love. Be sincere.

You`ve gone, you`ve gone,

you`ve gone from me.

Whoa, tragedy.

Whoa, tragedy.



Like smoke from a fire of love, love, love.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Our dreams have all gone.

A fire. Ooo-oo-oo-ooh.



Blown by wind, kissed by snow.

All that`s left is the dark.

We know you`ve gone from me.

Whoa-oo-oo-oo-o-o-hy?

Tragedy.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.